... it turns out that I was your chair in disguise all along. I inject you with Sulphuric acid while you're distracted with the cake, and grab it when you collapse to the floor in agony. Then, while everyone on the jet is still confused, I shoot out the window and jump out into the sky with the cake and the last paracute. I laugh as I watch the plane crash down in smoke while I drift slowly towards the ground, when...